In Image And Without

2023 Author: Jessica James | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-08-03 16:09

One of my favorite places in the Moscow region is Nadine's basement. Nadia is a lonely, not very happy woman who runs a vintage shop where locals bring all kinds of junk - from old bags to cool raincoats from the 90s. There are not many buyers there, so Nadia is happy with my heart. He makes coffee, makes hot sandwiches. Chatting for life. The last time it was not possible to chat - Nadia had a guest. I bought it for five kopecks, sat down for a hundred hours. Well, she sat down and sat down, if only Nadya was good. But after five minutes of communication with her, a strange feeling came over me.

A guest named Adele had an amazing texture. A gorgeous brunette with a long noble nose, huge harem queen eyes and a matching figure. Everything she had beautiful - except the image. How did she get the idea that with such an appearance one should behave like a spoiled blonde doll of about 15 years old, I don't know. And, to be honest, it's not for me to judge. But Adele managed to practically nullify her god-given beauty, that's what is sad.

“I love these things! - she squeaked, shaking in front of my nose some kind of children's pink T-shirt. - Well, isn't it lovely? I just have to buy it!"

Fitting showed: Adele “simply had to” take it off immediately and throw it away. Even Nadya made a confused face, although she was a financially interested party. And my heart was bleeding: the remnants of oriental beauty disappeared under the "charm". It is good that it is not without a trace. When, satisfied with the purchase, Adele gracefully sat down on a chair and was silent for a minute, it became clear that it is not easy to kill such a texture, thank God.

But then the girl shook herself - and it began. She talked about her acquaintances with some cool producers and even cooler stylists. How they lit up in the house of Laima Vaikule, with whom she has a common personal trainer. And that she, Adele, has traveled half the world, but somehow has not grown together anywhere. But it was done by Donald Trump's hairdresser. She also writes sometimes to different sites. “Oh, are you writing too? Tell me where, and let's urgently be friends and hang out together, although I understand that you are much older, but there is something in you, in general, if you go to an interesting place, do not forget about me. And I, by the way, are full of familiar men, there is simply nowhere to go."

"No, Adele, I'm sorry, but I have my own life."

For a split second she looked at me like a beaten dog, then shook her head, laughed picturesquely, and went to the exit. I wanted to catch up with her. I wanted to take her hand and say:

“Adele. You are welcome. Listen to me. You are very beautiful, but you spoil your beauty. You can't rattle so much. You can't fuss and impose yourself. For some it looks natural, for you it doesn't. You will achieve much more if you just look with your stunning eyes, be mysteriously silent and speak only to the point. You are mysterious, do you understand? Men will dream of you, you just need to change their style. Why struggle to prove to everyone around you how unusual you are? You are already like that, you can see it at first sight."

But I didn't catch up. This is her life, her rules. I shouldn't pester strangers with my unexpected conclusions and unsolicited advice. Am I the ultimate truth? Guru? Psychoanalyst?

Then I remembered one red-haired beauty who was always losing her friends and boyfriends, because at the beginning of their acquaintance she pretended to be an angel. And she herself was … No, not a demon, but an imp. Disgusting but stylish. In fact, many people like them, and it's fun to be friends with them - if you immediately know the truth. But for some reason the girl wanted to portray an angel. For many years in a row she walked in circles: “catching an angel” for a boyfriend or girlfriend, after a maximum of six months she got tired of the game and began her favorite biting, stinging word game, from which everyone ran away. The first real romance in her life began when she immediately poured a stream of elegant bile on the guy. And it continues to this day - because the guy, it turns out, has long been looking for such an ulcer.

I also remembered a sweet, cheeky girl who always walked with the gloomy face of a priestess, which spoiled her simply catastrophically - but Adele would be very nice.

Yes, many people I remembered.

Each person has his own core, his own essence, his own Ka, as the Shooter from the "Dark Tower" would say. And this Ka must be listened to as an inner voice. She needs to be trusted. Because life and an honest dialogue with your real self is much more interesting than any game of who you are not.

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